The next day.
Warm winter sunlight spilled across the window paper.
Xie Jinhuan dressed, his vigor restored, then turned and went over to inspect the bed.
The northern winter was bitterly cold. Wanyi feared the cold because of her cultivation technique and had buried herself entirely beneath the bedding, leaving only her rosy, breathtakingly beautiful face exposed. She still looked rather dazed.
When he returned yesterday, things had started with a lovers' bath, which had nearly sent his blood surging out of him. But Ghost Wife only stoked the fire without putting it out, and Momo was even worse. Once they finished washing, they had tossed him, already on the verge of going berserk, to big Wanyi.
As a result, Wanyi still had not recovered...
But when she saw Xie Jinhuan approach, Lin Wanyi still leaned over like a little wife and kissed his cheek.
"All right, hurry along and take care of business. Zisu will be coming soon."
"Get some proper sleep. There's nothing much to do in Yanjing anyway. No need to get up so early."
Xie Jinhuan slipped his hands under the covers to warm them. Only when Wanyi was about to hit him did he tuck the bedding back around her, hang his weapons at his waist, and leave.
The atmosphere at the Eldest Princess's Residence had grown considerably more relaxed upon learning of Xie Jinhuan's return. To celebrate, the landlady had dragged Wang He and Zisu into another party last night. Perhaps she had drunk a little too much, because she still had not gotten up.
Momo, however, always kept regular hours. Already neatly dressed, he stood in the corridor, speaking with Liu Qingzhi, who had come to report on business.
"They said they were inviting Young Master Xie to the Court of Imperial Sacrifices